My best friend can harass me for months and I do nothing, yet the boyfriend makes one comment yesterday and I am provoked to act. Lady Knight has lain sleeping below my bedroom for months. From the first day she came to the future back in February. Until today.
I charged her dead battery and choked life out of her pipes. She coughed and sputtered and yet came alive. I gassed her up, filled her tires and then we kissed the wind. I accelerated stupidly. I leaned through the turns. Left foot remembering the clutch shift like a familiar kiss. Long, sweet, with just enough friction. My rubber on the pavement. Boots, tires. Leather twisting open the throttle.
I'm glad to have her back.